R_M : Ah ,yes ! The 14th chapter of D.D.
I warn you ... this is going to be a might y strange chappy ...
Just needed to write something ...
I know it's lame . So go ahead and tell me what you think .
This goes out to Whisper_Reilman ; for your nifty suggestion of a Farfie POV . I do listen to suggestions ne ? (^.^);;
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Something was different .
It seemed like the world took a new atmosphere ... and it wasn't exactly for the better .
Farfarello had just returned from one month's seclusion and the world had taken a whole new twist – Schu was just like him !
It was funny how they thought he was different ; that he wasn't like them ... that he didn't think coherently ... that just because he hated God and liked seeing blood , he was deranged ... but they were wrong .
He saw things more clearly than they could ever imagine .
He knew this was going to happen – it was just a matter of time before Schuldich became like him . And now he would understand what it was like to see the world from jaded eyes and why he hated God so much .
You see , God was just like a child .
He takes the things you really love without asking ; and He doesn't care if you get sad or angry at Him .
He's so selfish – He doesn't give a damn about other people's feelings ... He just filches everything He wants regardless of all the people He could hurt .
That's what He did with him , with Schuldich ... Nagi ... even Crawford suffered from His selfishness .
Farfarello liked Ken .
He liked Ken because in a way , he could see himself in the boy . He was just like Ken before ... before God took away his happiness .
... before He took away his life ...
... his love ...
He watched Crawford and Schuldich fighting in the den , with Nagi lying unconscious on the couch between them and suddenly he felt sorry for all of them .
What a screwed up team they've become .
Just because ...
Because God took away their happiness ...
Just like He did with Farfarello .
And now He was trying to steal from all of them by taking Ken .
How petty .
Oh , he knew all of His tricks . He pretends to give you everything you want , and while your in the midst of your bliss , he takes the cause of it just like that . \
He likes watching people suffer . It was his divine pleasure .
Well , God was going to pay .
He was going to pay for everything .
Soon .
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He had been having dreams lately .
Strange dreams .
In a way , they were nightmares , for he always woke up terrified and heartbroken for some unknown reason .
At first , he saw only details , like short movies flashing before his eyes .
But then ...
They grew longer and longer until everything became a twisted fairytale where he was unable to escape .
And the story grew longer and longer ; with no end , and seemingly no direction .
But tonight ...
Tonight , the picture was revealed .
At first it started out like any normal dream ; with laughter and sunlight and warmth – but everything changed so quickly .
The cheerful blue sky slowly turned to orange , then green , and then red as black clouds gathered across the horizon swirling into a large writhing mass ; like wolves springing to bay .
The air was filled with screaming , wailing and howling from an invisible source ; as if the earth had just decided to unleash its anguish , and he was the only audience destined to hear .
Suddenly , drops fell from the haze and fell on his face .
It smelled like copper .
It was ...
... red ...
blood
The scarlet drops came furiously , sheets of red poured and the pool gathering at his feet started to rise , higher and higher , gathering around his ankles , soaking his pants , clinging to his skin like eerie oil .
He needed to find a way to escape !
But there was no way ... the whole world was drowning in a waves of blood !
It rose higher and higher , until he had to raise his head for air , and suddenly he was enveloped in a in a tide of warm liquid .
He remembered vaguely a memory , too hazy to grasp , but subsisted enough to haunt him .
A distant recollection of some happy past lost in death and anguish and woe .
A past where there was love great enough to overcome almost anything .
A time when he wasn't trapped in the gilded cage in which he knew he existed .
Everything spun in his head crazily … like a gathering twister of thoughts breaking out , exploding .
Finally , everything stopped .
No more rain . No more screams .
The blood was gone , as were the sinister clouds and the scarlet beams of light filtering from the sky .
Nothing
but
silence
Only silence -
- and white flakes pouring from the black clouds .
It was snowing when he ...
... died ...
The wind swept over him , stroking his face , his body , his soul ; carrying a whisper with it .
" Where are you mein lieb ? I'm still waiting for you ."
A gentle voice caressed his soul , and lulled him to peacefulness . Eyes so green that you could almost lose yourself in the glimmering depths , as if you were looking from above a deep emerald ocean in the middle of nowhere .
" Yes . I love you Ken Hidaka ; you're the only person I could ever loved after I lost everything and everyone who ever mattered to me . My sister is gone , Ken , will you desert me too ?" Shining mauve eyes filled with glimmering pain and brimming love. What poet could have such beautiful , beautiful eyes ?!
And his voice was so sweet , so gentle , so reassuring . When he heard that voice , it made him feel safe once more ...
Schwarz and Weiß ... Black and white ?
Death and revenge .
So many random thoughts that he couldn't decipher , so many obscure memories .
Schuldig ...
Guilty ?
Aya ...
What did those words mean ?!
He didn't understand anything anymore .
Everything was just a huge puzzle that no one could ever disentangle .
" I love you Ken ..."
"Ai shiteru ..."
"Don't leave me , mein lieb ..."
"Come back ... come back to me"
His heart was painful , an invisible hand was clutching his core with an irrepressible fury .
He was going to die !
Without a memory of his past .
With no initiative for the present .
And ... no hope ... for the future .
And then , amidst a raging fire swirling around him like a living tornado of flames , and amidst the moaning of the wind ;
He would find himself looking at two men ; so different ...
And yet ...
So alike ...
... Aya ...
and
... Schuldich …
The sources of all his pain .
Spectres from his past .
Somehow , he knew with intermingling pain and happiness ...
They were ... going to ... find him ...
At last ... the puzzle was whole .
And he knew , he just knew that somehow , some time , somewhere , he had been loved .
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R_M : YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ! Ken finally rememberrrrrrs !!!! Bwahahahahaha !
I don't know where the reviews are ... sorry . Will thanks you guys later .
Please please review , because I'm running low on morale . And the muses have stopped singing .
Review onegai ! ^.^
